Business Time (Postscript) (Mythklok Interstitial)

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Title: Business Time (Postscript) (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Some years on, the Mythklok Brat Pack gets a visitor
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs liek whoa, swearing
Notes: This is a funny little postscript that came to me at dinnertime.



Sariel did something he almost never did.

He ruffed his son's hair.

He just couldn't help himself.

He got a supremely irritated glance in return. That's my expression, he thought to himself.

Elias returned to working on his saddle. Sariel watched him for a while. Their combined skills hadn't been able to magic out all of the sticky gum, so Raziel had called up a Renaissance angel buddy who cheerily cut he boy's hair while gossiping with Raz in a breezy mixture of Italian and Common Angelic.

It actually didn't look bad. Elias was like Ganesh: nothing ever looked especially bad on him. But it had caused him a terrific annoyance, especially because Abby didn't seem terribly guilty about the whole thing.

"I look like a douche."

"You were teasing your cousin, jaanu. If I had teased her mother like that, I would have ended up with a sword through the heart.

Elias worked the soap into the saddle with a furious determination. Sariel watched for a while. The four arms were Ganesh, he thought, but the intensity was his own. Why hadn't he noticed this before?

"I wish I remembered more of when I was young."

"Why?"

"I think there was stuff that you're going through that I did too. They took away most of those memories though."

And there was Elias, at his side, several arms around him. "I'm sorry they did that to you."

"it's not your fault, dear." Don't touch the hair, he reminded himself, so he patted a shoulder. He shook his head. From snotty teenager to sweet kid in a millisecond. Elias detached and went back to the saddle.

"I've told Sariel he should come back."

"Why?"

And back to snotty teenager. "I think it might do him some good." I think it might do me some good. "You guys have each other, but I don't think he's gotten to hang out with other young angels."

"Won't that get us in trouble?"

"I don't think so. I think we'll be OK."

"I don't like him. I don't like how he looks at Abby."

"Elias. I realize this isn't how kids do things, but had you ever considered just being nice to Abby?"

"I can't do that!"

"Actually, yes. Yes you can."

"I'd be a douche."

"Being nice to your cousin would make you a douche?"

"Yeah."

"See? This is why I should remember being a kid. So I would know important facts."

Elias shrugged with many gangly arms. "You do OK."

"Do I?"

"Yeah."

Sariel smiled. "Well, I'm gonna see if there's any of that pie left. Must be a good one."

"I think that Sariel ate a lot. He's a pig."

"You wanna know a true fact about him?"

"What?" Elias was at his side again, a couple of arms hooked around him.

"His soul was in your Uncle Brahma's garden for two thousand years. So for two thousand years, he could smell your Auntie Sarasvati's pies. But never taste them."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Serves him right!"

"Yeah?"

"Though.... Well. OK. Maybe that was a little harsh."

"Maybe?"

"Dad."

"Yeah?"

"You can invite the other Sariel if you want."

"OK."

"But he can't eat all our pie."

"That sounds like a plan."

"Or else we'll bubble gum him!"

"Haven't you had enough of that gum trick?"

"It was pretty cool," he admitted, ruffing his own hair. "Actually. To try on someone else."

"Just don't try on Ganesh, OK? Then we will get a sword through the heart. Several swords."

"But you know what I was thinking?"

"Yeah?"

"Unky Skwisgaar."

"Pffft." Sariel looked at Elias. An evil grin. His evil grin. That he was wearing. Right now. "I know nothing - NOTHING - about this!"

And they walked together towards Valhalla.

Comments

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Yeah, there's the sad thing going on that both Raziel and Sariel had their memories stolen, so they don't really have a feel for what they were like as kids. But having kids of their own sort of gets it back in a way.

Skwisgaar just seems to me another of those "don't touch the hair" types. Maybe it's the all white room.